'"My husband!" I will squeal with delight later, as we eat fish and chips at a pub on the Thames'

How the other half lives: Bryony Gordon celebrates her first day of
wedded bliss.

There is a poem by Pam Ayres that my mother reads during our wedding ceremony, and I think it perfectly sums up my relationship with Harry. Part of it goes like this:

Yes, I’ll marry you, You’re virile and you’re lean, My house is like a pigsty You can help to keep it clean. That sexy little dinner Which you served by candlelight, As I do chipolatas, You can cook it every night.

It’s you who has to work the drill And put up curtain track, And when I’ve got PMT it’s you who gets the flak, I do see great advantages, But none of them for you, And so before you see the light, I DO, I DO, I DO!

I cry and I giggle quite a bit as Mum reads it. I don’t hear everyone else laughing – I can just see Harry, the father of my child, my husband. “My husband!” I will squeal with delight later, as we eat fish and chips at a pub on the Thames. It is a beautiful day, the first of the heatwave, and we have our family around us, and later all of our friends will be with us too.

Edie wears a stripy pink dress, but it is so hot that we take it off, and so in most of the photos she is wearing just a nappy. We have our first dance to Take That’s Rule the World, and I cry into my husband’s chest and feel strangely embarrassed, because everyone is watching this most intimate of moments.

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Everything goes by in a blur. I have one really clear memory, of Harry’s cousin telling me that he had once informed her he would never get married. “And then he met you, and everything changed. We’ve never seen him so happy.”

I think back to two years ago, when I was dancing on tables and falling off them and I never thought I’d be anything other than alone. But here I am, 18 months on from meeting Harry, with my husband and daughter. I am so content. So lucky.